Ike Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Ike



'Gorch Fock'
Of the wind that blows to expose you;
For my love is the wachdog on you like,
The nakedness of a river.

I am very easy like a bee and very lovely like the honey,
But you are all that it takes to move me on this love;
And you need to learn like a master from the forest of love.

Monday, December 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: nakedness,river
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Edward Kofi Louis

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